#Paul gets himself out of some serious touble~

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Shandi’s Whumptober!

I had no ideas for this prompt, but then pictures of hot rock stars helped me so enjoy!! This’ll be another one for the Assassinverse! 

~Shandi 

Day 25: Silence Is Golden

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Paul cursed himself for his stupidity. He had gone for so long without getting caught. Tonight that lucky streak ended. Now he was being tied to a chair. The ropes tightened painfully around his torso. “Oww!! I need to breathe you know, assholes!!” 

“Relax. The Boss’ll be with you soon. He’ll know what to do with ya.” 

Paul rolled his eyes as they laughed and slammed the door behind them. Pricks. When he got out they’d be the first ones to die. He waited and waited for what seemed like hours until the door finally opened again. 

“Well well..what do we have here?” A tall figure walked past him and sat down in the opposite chair. A hat and shades concealed most of his face, but the open shirt showed off  a good portion of his impressive looking chest~ “My boys tell me you’re an assassin.” When Paul didn’t answer he took a tube of lipstick out of his coat pocket. “I know this is yours. I know you were plannin’ to kill me. I think you better start talkin’.” 

Paul still refused to reply. He just turned away. Damn, that guy’s chest was distracting! Of course he wouldn’t be allowed to ignore questioning that easy. His head was grabbed and forced back around.

“Not talkin’s not gonna get you outta here any faster, beautiful. Tell me who sent you.” 

“S-someone who hates your guts..” 

“That’s a long list. They’d have to wait in line.” 

“Why do you think I was hired?” 

“Gettin’ impatient, I guess. I’ll have to send ‘em back your pretty head to get ‘em to fall back in line.” 

Paul turned pale. Was he really going to die tonight? 

“Unless..” 

“Unless..?”

“You’ve got somethin’ else to offer me. And maybe I’ll forget this whole thing.” 

“What could I possibly offer someone like you?” 

“I’m a fair guy, contrary to popular belief. Somebody wants me gone? I can just go to a different country. No fuss, no muss. I’m not interested in dying. I’m not interested in constantly having to keep assassins off my back. But you gotta keep ‘em off me.” 

“You want me to tell the client you’re dead?” 

“Yep. Easy right?” 

“You sure your ego can take such a hit? A small time assassin like me taking down the big Joe Perry?” 

“What I don’t know won’t kill me.” 

“I didn’t expect you to be so reasonable. I bet the client doesn’t know how suave you can be~” 

“I got my moments.” 

“Why don’t you untie me..and we can see how much further your suavity can take you~?” 

“Maybe..that’s a deal I’d be willin’ to take a chance on~” Joe picked up a knife from his desk and cut Paul’s ropes. “How ‘bout we start with a drink?” 

“I’m in if you have wine~” 

~END~